I think he told everyone that we've been dating for a couple of months. I think we matched on a dating app back in September and met in person a little over a month later. The line between flirty and serious is very blurred ^^;;
Well... if my long-distance boyfriend moves in with me... I may have to get used to prolonged periods of joy... I don't know if I could get used to that o.o;;;;
@GalGoes Pretty sure the guy at the window of the Taco Bell I went to last night was high as a kite. He had trouble understanding my order, so the manager took over the speaker, and he gave me two drinks. There was no weed in the bag, just the food I ordered 😺
Also, did some maths -- for the equivalent of a gallon of gas, I'm paying roughly $1. It's about $2.44 to "fill up", but it takes 12 hours via car charger to do so ^^;;
"Just hug me and pick me up," sounded easy enough... And then I couldn't breathe. Bah... I really don't like this whole "not being able to breathe" thing
Note to future self. Asking the waitress if they would like a shot of espresso will be met with an unhappy glare. I meant it as a gesture of kindness, oh well.
And so, I'm sitting at my desk, with a pile of mail in my inbox. My breath is ragged and I'm fatigued. I'm slowly going through each piece by piece. Some need money. Some want attention. Some want a meeting. Some just wanna chat. And me? I hope caffeine will keep the fatigue away
One thing I've been saying for most of my life is that "I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired." I have a disability that affects my daily life -- severe COPD.
And while this is a complaint, I'm often frustrated by the amount of pressure I put on myself and then become disappointed when I don't perform the way I should. You are often your worst critic, after all.